I'm feeling in a bad mood, got caught smoking weed a few days ago by my mom, and it really put my life in to view. So, I'm gonna tell you guys something.
Ever since I could remember, I have been abused by my family in so many different ways. When I was 4/5 (Don't remember) I used to pick my nose. My mom would get pepper and make me eat it, which was horrible. As I got older, the punishments got worse. First, it was just hitting on occasion when ever I got in trouble in Elementary school, which wasn't too bad. As my Mom got older, the angrier she got. It used to be an ordeal I could dodge by saying noting, or minding my own business, but now it happens too often. I remember a few years ago, my mom called me down stairs because she found a sock on the ground. She blamed me for it, I said it wasn't mine, and then she began to try and choke me with it. Funny thing is, my brother came down stairs, and told her it was his. She didn't say anything.
Verbal is another thing I hate. You know when your parents yell at you? But, like more than that. They go to far and just cuss you out over the stupidest thing? Yeah, that happens everyday. I get called gay, fag, bitch, bitch, animal, a dog and so many other words I don't understand because I barely understand Arabic, and that's all they yell in. But the worst of it is when they beat you, for no fucking reason. For "talking back" when you're just trying to clear your name.
Why I'm telling you guys this? I don't know, tbh I can't tell anyone else with ought fear of being taken to a foster home, or getting beaten even more for talking about the situation.